Biker for the Night (For The Night #6) Page 3

  ‘Hi, can I help you?’ came a deep gravelly, light my pussy on fire, dripping with sex voice. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from that body and looked up at his face, which had emerged from under the chrome bumper of the classic car he was working on. I gulped as I looked at him. Beautiful wasn’t a word I would usually use for a man, but it fit Logan Steele perfectly. He had a square masculine face, with chiselled cheekbones that could cut granite, perfectly proportioned full lips, a manly chin with a slight dent and shit … his smile could stop traffic, even in Rome’s rush hour. Wow, those dimples and that flash of white even teeth! He had a rough and ready five o’clock shadow, just adding unnecessarily to his sex appeal and a black grease mark on his temple, where it looked as if he’d run his hand through his unruly dark hair. I gasped as we locked eyes, he had the most reflective light grey ones I’d ever seen. I lost the battle to maintain dry status, as a tsunami of moisture surged out and I felt the lips of my pussy swell. O yes, Logan Steele was breathtakingly beautiful and all of a sudden I didn’t care that I was paying him, that I didn’t know him. I just wanted him to throw me face down over the bonnet of that car and pound the hell out of me.

  ‘I … I …’ I shook my head, totally thrown by my reaction to him.

  ‘Are you lost?’ he enquired, as he lifted his t-shirt to wipe the sweat gathering on his forehead. He had the overhead old fashioned red bar heating on full blast, as if it wasn’t hot enough in here with the pheromones he was giving off. I heard myself groan slightly, as he revealed more of his torso when he mopped his brow. I caught a glimpse of what looked like a wolf inked on his left pec.

  ‘I broke down, just up the street, I was hoping you might be able to get me started again,’ I replied, playing along. He dropped his t-shirt, pushed himself away from the car and got up, kicking the skateboard out of the way. He was tall, holy shit, even if I didn’t get to have sex with him, just being in his presence, basking in the raw sexual energy flowing from this gorgeous man, was worth the fee I’d paid.

  ‘Did you pump the clutch before turning the engine over?’ he enquired, as he grabbed a towel and wiped his hands. I nodded as I watched him slowly stroke over each of his fingers, removing the oil. He had slim hands with long fingers that looked like they could reach places some of my partners’ cocks hadn’t even got to. I felt my breathing coming harder, I was hot, seriously hot and it wasn’t just the overhead heaters. The smell of engine oil and diesel was a heady mix, one that turned me on. With my upbringing, you would have imagined it to be the smell of Champagne, or a good Châteauneuf-du-Pape, rare orchids or freshly washed men with expensive cologne, but no, they’d broken the upper class mould when I was born. The sight of a rough and ready guy and the smell of a dirty garage had my nipples pressing painfully against the tight rubber bra I was wearing. Some Lady I was. ‘Excellent, there’s not many women that realise sometimes all it takes is a good pumping to get things going,’ he winked. I shivered and laughed.

  ‘A good hard pumping,’ I grinned. ‘So what’s your call out fee?’

  ‘Well, considering I’m off duty now, it’s not going to be cheap. You’re looking at after-hours charges and I’ll have to tow it in, which will add to the cost too.’

  ‘I’ll pay whatever it takes, I can’t leave it out on the street.’

  ‘I’d need to thoroughly inspect it,’ he replied, as he bit his lower lip and slowly ran his eyes up my body, lingering on the zip over my crotch. Shit things were getting even hotter in here. I sincerely hoped the fact I was dripping in the rubber trousers wasn’t going to glue the damn things to my pussy. ‘I’d need to hoist her up and tinker with her parts, find out what’s in need of fine tuning. Sometimes all it takes is a bit of lubrication in the right place, a tweak here and there, some good thrusts and before you know it everything’s firing on all cylinders.’

  ‘Yes,’ I breathed, as I wiped my palms on my thighs again. Shit, everything he said sounded so sexy.

  ‘So, how are you going to pay?’ he smiled, as he cocked his head and tossed the dirty towel out of the way.

  ‘I have cash on me in my … damn it,’ I muttered, as I played the game. ‘I left my handbag at home.’

  ‘Sorry, lady, no can do then. You’ll have to come back on Monday,’ he shrugged as he turned around and lifted the bonnet on the E-Type Jaguar he’d been working on. He grabbed a spanner and bent over as he fiddled with the engine and I swallowed hard as I inspected his firm tight arse encased in that denim. Damn, his body was so muscular, I wanted to kneel down and take a bite of that peachy backside, dig my nails into it as he rammed into me, splitting me in half with his legendary thick cock.

  ‘There must be some way I can pay you,’ I pleaded, as I unzipped my jacket. ‘Some other method of payment? One you’d consider had equal monetary value?’ I added, as I put my hands on my hips. He froze and slowly turned his head, his eyes going straight to my bare stomach and rising up to see my firm tits clad in the black rubber, the harsh glare of the spotlights overhead glinting off the chrome metallic zips. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, as a low growl came from the depths of his stomach. I felt my chest rising and falling more rapidly as I fixated on his biceps and the skull tattoos covering them. I slowly shrugged the jacket off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. ‘Is there really nothing I could give you in exchange?’

  ‘I told you it wouldn’t be cheap,’ he replied, as he straightened up and turned to face me. I heard a slight groan escape my lips as I saw he was hard, seriously damn hard. I was amazed that the pressure of that cock straining at his jeans hadn’t forced his zip down on its own, or ripped a new hole in them, like the one over his thigh.

  ‘So how about you tell me what you want and I comply?’ I nodded, as I reluctantly tore my eyes away and looked back up at his face.

  ‘Any limits?’ he grinned.

  ‘None,’ I replied breathlessly. I reached up and slowly undid the zips on my bra, my throbbing nipples springing free through the gaps, full, pink and seriously damn pert.

  ‘You’d have to spend the whole night with me to cover the costs of a tow and diagnostic.’

  ‘Deal,’ I replied.

  ‘Do whatever I wanted, without question.’

  ‘Still not saying no,’ I nodded.

  ‘I’m not your softly, softly gentle type of guy,’ he warned.

  ‘That bodes well then, as I’m not your softly, softly, gentle type of girl. Sometimes a girl just needs her throttle opening up, you know? A complete oil change, tune up and road test, get all that dust out of the pipes,’ I replied with a wink. He groaned and tossed the spanner on the floor as he marched towards me, slamming me up against the 4x4 behind me. He lowered his head and bit one of my nipples. I let out a scream of pleasure as he did it again, then sucked powerfully as he pinched my other one. The frisson of pain and pleasure that surged through my breast was heavenly. His stubble rubbing against my tender areolae just added to the rawness of his attack on my breasts and had me squealing with pleasure. This was what I craved, a dominant, rough and aggressive fuck, not a wishy washy tender “Can I make love to you?” effort, by one of father’s stiff upper lip brigade. Dale would be rough and raw like this. I just knew it. I closed my eyes as I clutched the back of Logan’s head, holding him to me. ‘Harder,’ I ordered, screaming with pleasure as he pulled and bit at the same time, my nipples burning as my pussy throbbed and clenched with need.

  He broke away, grabbed my hair into a pony tail and anchored it firmly at the base of my neck, tipping my head back as he licked up my throat and then bit me there, making me groan as his other fingers continued their pleasurable torture on my nipple. His mouth moved upwards, biting and kissing along my jawline as my breathing got faster and faster. Shit, this was just what I wanted, just what I needed, to feel like someone couldn’t get enough of me, that they wanted to devour me. To be taken by a real man. I whimpered as he thrust my head forwards, his lips crashing down on mine as his tongue ploughed into my mouth. I’
d never been kissed like it, the power and control he exuded with simple thrusts of his tongue. I could only imagine the damage his large cock would do if the bruising of these lips by his was anything to go by. The man took no prisoners.

  ‘Is your cunt hot, swollen and wet yet?’ he demanded, his breath heating up my ear as he moved to bite my ear lobe.

  ‘Soaked,’ I mewled.

  ‘So you like it rough, do you?’

  ‘Yes,’ I replied. I tried to nod, but he was still holding on tightly to my hair.

  ‘I think I need to test how wet you actually are,’ he murmured in my ear, as he twisted my nipple and nearly had me come undone. Damn it, I was so close to coming, just the whole scenario had me at the point of climax, let alone his attentions so far and the smell of masculine glorious sweat and oil lingering on his skin. I gasped as he released me and spun me around, forcing me to bend over the Jeep bonnet, the cold metal painfully flattening my peaked nipples. He gripped the back of my neck with one hand as his other slowly caressed the smooth rubber, stretched tight over my rear. I moaned as I lifted my arse up higher, craving more. I jolted, closing my eyes as my mouth dropped and I let out a sigh of pleasure when he spanked me, hard. He did it another three times, two on each cheek in total, which had me squirming with delight on the bonnet. I held my breath as he kicked my feet apart, spreading my thighs open and reached between my legs for the zip over my crotch. I’d never been so desperate to be touched, never been so wet before.

  ‘Shit,’ I squealed as he yanked the metal zip open. Thank God I waxed, some stray pubic hairs caught in there would have been a painful step too far.

  ‘Fuck, your cunt is so swollen and you’re absolutely sodden,’ he groaned as he ran a finger between my lips.

  ‘Yes,’ I moaned.

  ‘Being a dirty girl really turns you on.’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘How badly do you want my big cock in there, bruising you, stretching you, as I pound you until you scream for mercy?’ He growled as he bent over me, bit the back of my neck and sucked hard.

  ‘I need you to fuck me, hard,’ I pleaded. I could feel my pussy clenching of its own accord, I needed something inside me, anything to quell this burning urge to come, and fast. I cried out when he plunged two fingers inside me and started to pump them in and out, roughly. My nerves were screaming at me as I panted and he tightened his grip on the back of my neck. ‘Harder,’ I begged. I heard him grunt in surprise as he did as he was told and curved his fingers to glide over my g-spot at the same time. ‘Yes, yes … yes,’ I cried. I could feel myself soaking his hand, hear the sounds of my excitement as he pumped in and out, over and over, building me higher and higher. Shit, Logan Steele knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers worked at exactly the pace my body could handle and he just zeroed in on my g-spot with no hesitation. Even I had trouble locating it with a vibrator. My fingers clawed at the smooth metal below me, desperate for something to grip as I lifted up onto my tiptoes, thrusting myself back onto his hand, the lower half of my body stiffening up.

  ‘Come on then, come for me, let me hear you scream, tell me how good it feels to be finger fucked by a complete stranger,’ he demanded.

  ‘So good, so … good, I love it,’ I mewled as heat spread through my body like wildfire. I screamed as my climax ploughed into me like an Artic truck, shattering me completely. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Dale’s fingers working inside me so expertly and a smile spread across my face as I pictured his brown eyes full of desire, his blond hair flopped over his forehead with that cheeky grin on his face. O God, how I longed for it to be Dale pinning me down on the Jeep. I tried to catch my breath as Logan removed his fingers, with an audible pop.

  ‘Open your mouth,’ he ordered. I did as I was told and he shoved them into my mouth. I didn’t need to be told to suck them clean. I went to work right away, tasting my sweetness all over him. As soon as I finished I felt him release my neck, then slide down the back of my body and I whimpered as his powerful lips wrapped around my clit and his tongue went to work.

  ‘Holy shit,’ I muttered. His technique was flawless, even if I was a Yoga Master and could reach, I doubted I could give myself head the way he was doing it now. His girlfriend, if he had a girlfriend crazy enough to let him do this job, was one lucky bitch. I felt his fingers scooping my wetness and trailing it back up towards my exposed bottom and let out a soft moan. Some “Lady” I was, getting all worked up at the thought of anal play. I clenched tightly when he thrust his thumb inside me and turned it as he pumped. I squealed as he continued to work on my swollen and tender clit at the same time and trembled with anticipation when he slowly removed his thumb and trailed it up to my backside and pressed firmly, jamming himself up to the knuckle as I let out a string of expletives that would have my mother die of shame. Shit, I was so close to coming, again. He was incredible.

  Logan

  Eve wasn’t wrong that she liked it rough, I was forceful by nature, tender and gentle wasn’t really my scene, until Summer came along, but even this was pushing at my boundaries. If I’d pinched her nipples any harder, or smacked more forcefully, she’d definitely have bruised. The fact that I still had pure anger flowing through my veins at Summer’s rejection of me helped, I just kept imagining it was her bent over the bonnet of the car, that I was taking out my frustrations on her, punishing her for making me drop my guard and open myself up, only to be shot down in flames. I thrust harder with my thumb in Eve’s backside and nipped her clit with my teeth. She howled above me, but forced herself backwards, flexing against my lips and hand, telling me that she wanted more. She had a decent body, tall and slim with a nice pair of tits on her, a bit smaller than I liked, and she lacked Summer’s round curves that had my cock stiffen on sight. Damn it, it was flexing painfully in my boxers now, all the blood rushing to it, my balls rumbling just at the thought of her. I wished it was her sweet nectar I was lapping up now, her soft pink lips I was scraping my teeth along, her heated cries of pleasure filling my ears, when the hell was I going to get over that damn woman?

  ‘Logan, I’m … I’m … coming,’ cried Eve up above me. I shook my head in amusement. As if I didn’t know. Her muscles were clenching so hard around my thumb, as I thrust it in and out of her backside, she was liable to break it and her juices were pouring out of her as she ground against my face. I’d been doing this long enough to know when a woman was about to peak.

  ‘Come for me then, sweetheart,’ I ordered, before biting her swollen clit again. Her thighs clamped around my ears as shudders of pleasure ran through her body and the air was filled with her sobs of pleasure. My cock strained against my clothing, I needed to come. The thought of Summer had me so close. I’d promised myself I was going to fuck her out of my system and I needed to start right now. I lapped Eve’s swollen cunt clean, before pulling out my thumb and rising up to grab the cleansing wipes off the car next to us, as she clung to the bonnet of the Jeep and tried to recover. I cleaned my hands up and leaned back on the Jag I’d been pretending to work on. ‘That covers the tow, now you owe me for the inspection,’ I advised, as she straightened up and turned to face me, her cheeks flushed, her swollen nipples and cunt poking out of the cleverly designed outfit. The thought of Summer dressed up in something like that, secured to my bed or cross, had my cock surge as more blood rushed to fill it. Eve’s eyes went straight to it and her tongue darted over her top lip.

  ‘You want me to give you head?’ she asked. ‘Suck you off and swallow?’

  ‘That would be a good start,’ I replied, as I spread my legs and curled my fingers around the chrome grill behind me. For a Lady she had a potty mouth on her. She was a surprise all around, totally not what I expected. She stepped forwards and quickly undid my belt, button and zip and pulled my painfully stiff cock out with a gasp of surprise, as I groaned to feel her fingers wrap around it. She dropped to her knees and stared at it in awe as she moved her fist slowly up and down. I smirked to myself, I always got that react
ion. I’d been seriously blessed with my looks and cock, the rest I’d worked damn hard at. I loved it when a woman appreciated any aspect of me. ‘Wrap your lips around it, sweetheart. I want you to milk me with your mouth, suck me dry, fondle my balls and swallow me whole,’ I ordered.

  ‘Yes,’ she sighed as she guided my head into her mouth, her tongue sweeping over my wet tip, lapping up my pre-come. I closed my eyes and groaned as she went to work. She gave good head, but nothing felt as good as my Summer’s lips. No one had her suction technique, she was a damn natural. I’d so been looking forward to teaching her how to deep throat, to feel her take me down to my hilt, for her to do that while I sank my tongue into her heated moist cunt and drank her sweet juices until we came together.

  ‘Fuck,’ I groaned as I grabbed the back of Eve’s head, memories of the first time Summer had taken me into her petite mouth playing through my mind. I started pumping my hips, my hands guiding the pace as Eve worked on me and gently squeezed my heavy balls. I could picture Summer’s big blue eyes looking up at me for reassurance that she was doing ok. My sweet angel, she had no idea what effect she’d had on me, what effect she still had on me. ‘Fuck,’ I yelled, as I started to thrust harder, Summer’s name nearly escaping my lips. Damn it, I wanted her so badly, to think I’d never got to feel her warm cunt clamping down on my bare cock, my hot come coating us both, or to try that virginal backside of hers. The thought of it had me yank Eve’s head forward as I thrust down the back of her throat and emptied myself with a roar of frustration. I half-opened my eyes as I looked down, released her and watched her splutter. I always came harder when I was thinking of Summer, I wondered if I’d ever get over her, if I was doomed to screw clients while imagining her for the rest of my life? It wasn’t a happy thought. ‘Do you ride?’ I asked, as I helped Eve up and quickly tucked myself back in.